I waved at the image he produced in my head.
It feels like too much silence of a broken heart ... Of my broken heart! It screams. I do not recall anything tragic happening to me, but that feeling of a real dream about happiness makes me simply sad; it disappears when I realize that nothing is bad or when I attack my mind with the colorful life around me. I know I can chose my reality so I chose to seek relief in lamentations sometimes.
I had a dream dashing through my mind right when I was awake. I was enchanted by the mighty plain appearance of yours. I can't explain myself why but the energy you have makes mine feel better. I can slam the door leading to my heart and turn off all the unnecessary emotions for you. But why? My life is so much entertaining witnessing myself caring about someone like you.
It is too late to try to sprinkle some light in this head, but I don't regret making mistakes I just hate choosing to make them. I gotta go, my life is waiting for me outside. It wants to be lived...